In our last episode, I lamented the lack of roleplaying games in my life. And then, I undertook a refresher course in table-top roleplaying this weekend to prepare me for a new adventure!
I have only once before played Dungeons and Dragons, a couple of years ago with some friends in San Diego. Once a week, we would gather in an empty conference room to lead a hapless pack of goobers out of the tavern and into the local abandoned mine.
My first character (an elven bard) died a few months into the campaign and we were not a resurrecting bunch. Hence, she was replaced by a new character (a half-elf druid) who survived simply due to the fact that EQII was in crunch mode and I had to give up game nights.
As my new Dungeon Master outlined the setting for the current campaign and explained to me the new rules we’d be using, I asked him the one question which had been burning in my mind ever since I was asked to join this group:
Mr. Owl was my druid’s animal companion, of course, and I am very attached to him. He towered over the rest of my original campaign’s party. I had no figurines of my own and thus was using a Wade whimsy owl figurine to represent my little friend.
I recall the tragic night when Mr. Owl was knocked from the sky by some vile beast and I hovered anxiously (if figuratively) over the game scenario, wringing my hands and asking if someone could heal him. Fortunately, he survived and is now part of the menagerie that lives on my desk here at the office.
While I may not need to use the whimsy owl (I have a tiny glass owl from Kiev that I may use instead) in the new campaign, I am very happy that Mr. Owl will once again be my companion in adventuring!
Dare I say it? … “Whoo-oot!”
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